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Fascination in the filth. #adventurepop #odamesucks

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I don't believe in tresspassing. #adventurepop #midtownadventures

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Selfie after haircut #adventurepop #apocship

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Sitting in a car. Going places. #adventurepop #indiemusic

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Restaurant bar where she works, cont'd

Losing eyesight, the crossword puzzle on Saturdays, fancy restaurants in coastal paradise, have too much time which equals mon in this case, too. I suppose the mind must be waning as well, the Lagunitas and Chardonnay helping to forget what they did yesterday. The negativity to rap music. Old fashioned. Have they forgotten what youth is? Have I forgotten that one day I will be there? Not one of us are guaranteed even the very second following this one. Tomorrow’s worries are all their own. This bar is oft a lush retirement home, strong drinks for it’s inductees. They speak of games of bocce and how this brand new-cutting edge internet banking is the perfect chequebook balancing tool. A virtual scale for the digital, monopoly money being created every second out of thin air. They will succeed in draining every last one of us.

Aside: If anyone ever really thinks I care about the opinion they hold of me, I’d have to gracefully disregard any possible continued thought on that one’s thoughts(Unless I value their thoughts enough to request them. They know their importance.) I apologize for not apologizing.

Spicy food and booze for the warmest buzz, Leslie knows this trick. Classy dame, in classic meaning, plus interestingly placed fake tits. A different world than mine; that’s just fine.

To experience this non-parallel world to mine every day with the constant reminder of the wealth of pretend wealth—the encompassing constriction—well I just don’t see how I wouldn’t be sucked in. They pay for one to listen about their adventures, ramblings, nonsense, gambling, drama, gossip, cars, golf, wine…cellars, investment accounts. Sigh. They pay well.

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Throughout all our time together I thought I couldn’t write a song for you You knew through all the stormy weather How i felt so truly blue I wonder now with all that is behind us Why I waited so long to be true Now that we’re only what once was i wonder if you even knew

I’m tired. You push. I sleep. You rush. Masochist. Feminist. I drop. You crush.

Remember when I talked of break ups And how that’s when I do my very best work It’s a clutch crutch I admit it’s fucked up You’re probably thinking what a huge jerk But I don’t have that which you want I won’t change for all the cash in the world Maybe if this boy could’ve grown up You would’ve been a happier girl.